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I run, I jump, I flee.
This is no mistake or error,
Something is behind me!
Which is why I run in terror.
Its wings flip-flap
Create a buzz,
Louder than a clap
Flies some fuzz.
It matters not where I go,
The being flies high as well as low.
Often hides creating its lair.
Dwelling in a colony, or even your hair!
Also flies at a park,
Among strong bark.
Sometimes among green strips,
Covering the dirt.
Sunlight beams,
Feeling a sting!
I let out screams,
Then turn around.
Should I run or walk?
Or maybe stare and gawk?
Before I make a decision to flee,
The creature makes a decision for me.
It flies from me
Colors of nature.
That lurks everywhere.
It made the choice to leave me be
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